I sat there staring at her. Stunned? I think I was. "No, can't do it," I said. "One last try. I will stop seeing Pollard while you think over what I...��ve said, I mean my offer. And, if having thought about it, you still feel the same way; then, Ronald Pollard will be history permanently. Is that fair enough?" she said. "Let me get this straight. You'll stop seeing him, but you're asking that for the time being I am to think over what you said, offered? That about it?" I said. "Yes," she said.. Now she understood why Maya had strapped her to the rack so carefully and so tightly. That thing was built to work with steel, not flesh and bone. Any contact could seriously injure her or perhaps even kill her. She was bound and positioned for some precision robotic attention, but she was also strapped down for her own protection. She wished she could just laugh it off as a cruel joke, but she knew otherwise. Maya was sitting on a tall chair outside of the marked area, behind the control. Also, usual. It is only now that Dennis notices that she does look like his mother. Except not that much older. It isn't his grandma's fault. His mom has already done enough to her body to make her look just a few years' shy in age of her own mother. How pathetic.Sensing her sleep is deep enough at this point, Dennis reaches into her open purse, lying on the floor, removes a wad of twenty-dollar bills just crumpled up in there, crumpled like used napkins, and folds them up nice and neat. Under. . I just took her hand and placed her on my lap and … Pressed her boobs.. In the same time kissed her .. All over her face… And her beautiful brown-pink lips….Then time to eat cookies.. Was yummmmm eating those never ending cookies… With brown cherrys at center.. Stiff standing. And biting them was making sensations in her body and .. She was playing with the tool….Those melons were so beautiful and spongy in hands… Was twisting them and pinching too and was pressing them harder… She was.